Sometimes, the loudest cries are the ones we never hear.
The silent battles, the quiet retreats, the calm faces that hide inner storms.
You may not always speak, and you don’t have to.
I just want you to know—I’m still here.
Listening. Watching. Waiting with you.
I won’t press, I won’t push.
But when you’re ready—
Even if it’s just a whisper, I’ll catch it.
Even if it’s just a glance, I’ll see it.
Even if all you have is silence, I’ll stay.
Because being present isn’t about words.
It’s about presence.
And mine doesn’t end when your voice does.
– ZEST